Lonesome!
Beside the fire place
A wary figure sat
Cross-legged, diving in coffee
Savoured by some book,
That saw her eyes begging from warmth.
Late december that it was
And the fire devoured by her own.
Gazing around for lost pieces
At the closed window, she stopped
To see through the world beyond
Only to realize then that
All she needed was to open up.
Shivered her sole, by the floor that kissed her
For the first time
In the eight hours that passed
"Quarter past four", said she
The clock that saw her
Miserable and Helpness
In the eight hours that passed.
A gentle push slid open the panes
All latches ; unlatched
Greeted by the wind
An embrace chilled her;
She saw the world that wasn't hers.
Hands she knew caressed across her waist
All mysteries ; unveiled
The sigh on her neck
Warmed her being;
And she held the world that was all hers!
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